Our house on wheels, in which we travelled safely over 4,000 miles,
was about seventy feet long, by ten feet wide; one story; divided
into drawing-room, smoking-room, kitchen, and large family room. For
two weeks we enjoyed its close quarters,--small for the residence of
twenty-two people. But it was the people that made the rooms delightful.
“Some love the glow of outward show,
Some love mere wealth and try to win it;
The house to me may lowly be,
If I but like the people in it.
What’s all the gold that glitters cold,
When linked to hard or haughty feeling?
Whate’er we’re told, the nobler gold
Is truth of heart and manly dealing!
Then let them seek, whose minds are weak,
Mere fashion’s smile, and try to win it;
The house to me may lowly be,
If I but like the people in it!”